With the husb going away regularly I decided this week was the week to bite the bullet and have a go at driving in the snow. Even though we have an excellent free in-season bus service between our little town at the top end of the lake, and the main town at the bottom end, … Continue reading Driving on ice!
Whenever we move, the cat(s) have to come too - of course. Current Mr Mog, aged 14, was born in rural NZ, moved to the city (albeit at nice quiet seaside suburb), flown to the UK and now driven to the south of France - to snow, of all things!
I could have written this a few weeks ago. But now it’s really true. They speak French. The children. Not utterly fluently, but they speak. And... “You don’t pronounce it like THAT mummy!” I hear, several times a day. I’ve even started toasked them for vocabulary. Our youngest’s handwriting has gone from this: To this: … Continue reading They Speak French!